It’s been said that 2016 can’t get any worse. Two days ago George Michael passed away. Incidentally I was at a gay club when I heard the news. I was shocked and so were many others around me who’d come to enjoy a Christmas party. My friend, who’d shown me the news, said something about the curse of immediate news in our connected world. You can’t escape.
George was not the first icon we lost this year. It started with David Bowie, continued with Alan Rickman, whom I adored, moved along with Prince and Mohammed Ali and on and on.
Four days ago Carrie Fisher had a severe heart attack on her flight home. I was worried. But since her mother said that she was stable, I had hope that perhaps Carrie would recover.
Alas, she did not and 2016 dealt us yet another sucker punch.
I’ve loved Princess Leia long before I came to love Carrie Fisher. I’d always liked her, but I didn’t know much about her for the longest time. I knew she had struggled with mental illness and drug abuse. But I learned much more about her when “The Force Awakens” came around. She was on every talk show and spoke oh so candidly. It was refreshing and amusing. She was smart and witty, delightful in many ways and I just loved to hear her perspective.
She was 60 years old. She was a princess. Then a general. And to her adoring fans she will always be a queen. I hope she knew how much we loved her.
RIP Carrie. May the force be with you.
Or, as some others on social media are putting it now: Carrie is one with the force and the force is with her.